Your small wisdom reverberates,
shames my garrulous tongue.

All the days of your brief life
remembering what all these years
I keep forgetting:

the primacy of song, the
power of song, the
totality of song, as if

we were made for nothing else.

You still my wasted words,
mute my foolish mouth, which
henceforth shall only eat,
henceforth shall only kiss.

And my body speak its
native tongue, the ridges
of my secret wings vibrating
with such fierce love I
burst wholly into song.





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